Broken// m.yg (HIATUS)

001

|tw: topics of suicide, self harm, and abuse|

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~6 MONTHS LATER~

I came home from work and did my normal routine. I ate some saltine crackers and went upstairs to prepare to sleep the rest of my day away, all I ever do anymore is work and sleep.

I've been here for six months and I barely have made any friends. I know a little bit of Korean, which holds me back a lot. I can't talk to anyone and ordering and buying things is so awkward.

The reason I am all of the way in Korea is because my mom married a guy here and they also preferred to stay away from my dad. My mom told me I could choose where I wanted to go and I decided to stay where my boyfriend and friends were, what a mistake.

I wanted to clear my mind instead of sleeping everything off, so I decided to go to a nearby coffee shop... I hear they have really good coffee and I think I also heard they are either the best or worse café in the city... Again, I can barely speak Korean.

I went to take a shower and went to the iconic cafe. As I drove a really good song came on, it was by this group called BTS and the song was called "Blood Sweat and Tears". It had a really nice beat and I would say the lyrics are good, but I only know what some of it said. I parked on the side of the street and I got out to pay for it.

"C'mon! C'mon!" I look for money and I couldn't find anything! I need to clean out my messy ass bag.

Right as I was about to walk to my car and say "forget it.", someone put in the money needed for me to park. I turned around and looked up to see a boy around my age, he had dark brown, kind of long hair and beautiful brown eyes. Damn, he was pale but who am I to talk? He is probably darker than me.

"Uh, thanks." I awkwardly smile and the stranger.

"No problem... I'm Yoongi, Min Yoongi!" He holds his hand out for me to shake, he must know I am American.

"I'm Kayla, Kayla Smith."

"You're American?" Knew it, I am your stereotypical, English speaking, foreigner. He asks, interested in what I had to say.

"Yeah, I guess the 'accent' gave it away." I laugh a bit, looking up at him nervously. This boy was gorgeous! He had perfect and contagious, gummy smile, he looked adorable. His voice sounded like I've heard it before however. Can't remember where I could've though.

He smiles down at me and asks "can I buy you coffee?"

"Sure!" I smile a friendly smile at him and we walk into the coffee shop.

He held the door open for me and motioned me into the small shop. We stand in line and I try to read what is on the menu, it took me a long time just to read the first one. I had to remember the vowels and consonants along with trying to sound out the word and think of what it meant.

I knew the alphabet but it took me a long time to be able to say the word. Even though I barely knew what it meant.

"So, what year were you born?" Yoongi asks me with a huge smile. I remembered that what year you were born in mattered quite a bit in Korea. It defined your names in the relationship.

"1993." I quietly say.

"What month?"

"May."

"Okay." He smiles a bit evilly.

"What about you?" I look him into the eyes.

"March 1993, I'm your oppa." He laughs a bit. I remember that oppa is an older boy but is also thrown around as a flirting term.